Category Archives: Homeschooling

Calling all Homeschoolers

Okay, I’ve been looking around at all the options that are available, and I’m overwhelmed. I had no idea there were so many choices!

I need recommendations for curriculum for high school students. I keep coming back to Alpha and Omega, and I’m also wondering about Abeka. Anyone tried these or know someone who has? If not, what do you use and how did you decide? Anything you can tell me will be appreciated.



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Do You Smell What the Rock is Cooking?

This is pretty much a token post because it’s been almost a week since my last post, and I’ll be away until Sunday. Thought I’d make that little announcement in case the Ring of ThievesTM wants to pay a visit to my humble abode. Maybe whoever-you-are wouldn’t mind tidying up the place a bit? I’d be ever so grateful.

Okay then, on with the randomness.

You won’t believe what I’ve been up to. Barb, are you sitting down? Y’all, I’ve been cooking. That’s right! Every night for the past week. Please, hold the applause. It’s nothing, really. Seriously, it’s not that I don’t like to cook or that I can’t — I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. And our dogs LOVE it. — it’s just that I’m not real fond of cleaning up afterwards. Since it’s only the two of us during the week, it’s been TONS easier just to go out, but that gets expensive. So in order to save money, I’ve decided to get back in the habit of preparing meals myself. Nothing fancy, you know, unless you’re rilly impressed with Hamburger HelperTM, but hey, it’s a start. And I’ve figured out that I don’t have to deal with leftovers because my dogs will eat anything. No kidding. I don’t get the whole underwear thing, but I digress.

Well, I did cheat tonight and got heat’n’eat chicken from the Kroger deli, but only because I had to make deviled eggs for a luncheon at work tomorrow. I’m on a roll! Kinda makes me feel like a mom again.

Lindsey asked me if I would make baked mac’n’cheese and green bean casserole when I get to my mom’s for Thanksgiving. I told her that someone else probably would, and she said “but I like yours better.” No mention of the car though, so I’m inclined to believe she wasn’t just buttering me up. We did talk about it a few days ago, and she asked me if I would bring it to her this weekend. HA! When I told her that I was thinking of letting her have it when she comes to stay, she said I was bribing her. She wouldn’t feel that way if she knew I was thinking of removing the battery.

Just kidding.

It does need a lot of work, though. I’m not about to turn her loose in a car that needs new shocks and brakes and who knows what else. She’ll have to wait.

By the way, she told me that she and Sarah got their phones taken away (again!) because they didn’t give their dad their report cards. I don’t know why Sarah didn’t, but Lindsey’s reason was that she didn’t want him to know that she got a C. Funny that she would tell me, because that’s one of the bajillion-and-one reasons I’ve given her for insisting that she needs to be here. So he took away their phones and quit Lindsey’s job for her. I think that’s an answer to prayer.

You see, I’ve been contemplating homeschooling. Lindsey is in 11th grade, and I’m concerned that if she stays where she is, she’ll end up dropping out like her older sister did. If we homeschool, I’m sure I can motivate her to put forth the effort to graduate. It would solve a few other problems as well, such as dividing their time between both parents more equitably, and I can make sure they get regular Bible study as part of the curriculum. I mentioned it to her, and although she’s not completely sold on it yet, she said she would think about it. The idea of graduating early really appeals to her. I pointed out that I’ve been praying that God would show us how to work all this out. The fact that her dad quit her job for her means that she can’t use that as a reason not to come. And I had nothing to do with it! That excites me, because I can see God’s hand in it. It was no accident that I began blogging and have met so many other moms who homeschool. I believe that He’s leading us in that direction. Will you pray for us?

One last thought before I go…

I got a call today from a guy who had found Mr. X’s cell phone. Apparently, he had left it in the break room where he works. The guy asked if I could tell him whose phone it was, and without hesitation, I told him. As soon as I got off the phone, I had a George Costanza moment, and thought “Man! I shoulda told him the phone was stolen and that since he found it, he could keep it if he would dispose of the SIM card.” No, I didn’t call back, but I did enjoy the moment. It’s a good thing I didn’t because Lindsey had to use it to call me.

I’m telling ya, the Lord is at work.

Have a blessed Thanksgiving, y’all!


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Do Try This at Home

Many of you have preschoolers, and your stories and pictures remind me of when my girls were small and how much I enjoyed every minute of it. I know I can’t turn back time, but I would so go through all of it again just for the joy of seeing the world through the eyes of a child. Maybe I just really miss Barney and Sing-Along-Songs and reading “Good Night, Moon” countless times. Oh, the fun we had! We have many of the girls’ antics (recorded for Posterity, whoever that is) on video tape, and they enjoy watching themselves at that age as much as I do.

When I was a kid, we didn’t have camcorders, but my mom recorded most of our “firsts” in our baby books. One of the entries in mine is a picture of me at 2 holding a book. The caption says I was reading, but my mom says I had only memorized the words. I don’t know how old I was when I did learn to read, but I do remember my great aunt having me sit on her lap reading to her before I started school. I remember the kid in first grade who insisted that I had failed the year before because I was the best reader in class. I didn’t even know what failed meant. All I knew was that I loved to read, and I had been taught at home.

So began my love affair with the written word. I wanted to instill this same love for learning in my kids. I refused to use baby-talk with them. It didn’t make any sense to me to deliberately teach them to mispronounce words and have to re-teach them later to say them correctly. When Lindsey first started talking, she would repeat everything we said, and I wanted her to know the correct names for things even if she couldn’t pronounce them. If she said “bah-bah” she knew she meant bottle and so did I.

We watched Wheel-of-Fortune regularly, and she’d sit there and call out “E!” when the contestants were guessing letters, so I started teaching her the other letters. She liked this game, so after she learned to say the alphabet, I started spelling words for her to learn. She’d dance around the kitchen sing-songing “S-T-O-P stop, G-O go, Y-E-S yes, N-O no”. She had just turned two. I read to her every night, and she would “read” right along with me, turning the page at the appropriate time. Yes, she had the books memorized. One day on the way to daycare, she spotted a sign and said “Alright! Taco Bell!” I had to laugh because she had never even been there. OK, so she’s watching too much television, but she read a sign! I know she didn’t really read it, but she made the connection. We were on a roll! I bought flash cards so I could teach her to recognize the letters that she loved to sing.

By the time she was 3, she knew all the letters and the sounds they make. When she actually did read her first word, the look on her face was priceless. We had pulled up to a stop sign, and I asked her if she knew what the sign said. “I don’t know” was her answer. I told her to look at the letters and say them out loud. She said “S–T–O–P STOP! Mama, it says stop!” How proud she was of herself when she realized she could read. She couldn’t wait to get home and read all of her books to me.

I did the same thing with Sarah, and both of them were reading above grade level before they started kindergarten. I didn’t really think it was so unusual, but one day when I went in to pick them up from the after-school program, the teacher in charge said “You’re Sarah’s mom, aren’t you? I’ve heard all about how well she can read. How did you do that?” That may have been one of my proudest moments.

I also remember how preschoolers can wear you out, leaving you feeling so frazzled at the end of the day that the last thing you want to do is read the same book again, especially when she can recite the whole thing herself. So let me encourage you to do it anyway, because your child will benefit from it, and his teacher will thank you.


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